:Don't:
Summary: One-shot inspired by and including the lyrics of "Don't" by Ed Sheeran.
(Written Dec. 2014)
Stefan Salvatore, a famous lead singer and also the guitarist in the band Defan. Stefan and his brother Damon decided long ago that they wanted to be rock stars. Their mother bought them private lessons and a year later, they started putting their stuff out on YouTube. Things went viral (mostly blamed on their hotness) and before try knew it, they were getting offers. Their manager paired them with a drummer, Matt, and another guitarist, Tyler who would also help with the backup vocals. They were booking shows in no time; four cities, two planes in the same day.
After scoping out a venue, Stefan walked to the local bar for a drink. He was hoping that his baseball cap and hoodie would do a good job in concealing who he really is so he could have some peace.
"Did you miss me?" Stefan stilled because he knew exactly who it was.
After another show and meeting some screaming fans, Stefan was ready to turn in. His brother and the rest of the band went out for drinks so Stefan walked to the hotel alone. Waiting for the elevator to ding, he heard a pair of heels walking toward him.
"I'm such a huge fan." The voice said.
"Thank you," Stefan said not sparring the voice a look.
The clacking sound started again and before he knew it, Stefan was faced with a familiar face.
"Bonnie. I don't believe we had the pleasure."
"I don't believe we have." Bonnie moved in closer to his body staring right into his eyes.
Bonnie Bennett was a star just like he was only she was a soloist. He's not even sure if Bonnie is her real name but it suited her well. She was very beautiful and enchanting and his groin seemed to think so too.
The doors to the elevator opened breaking them out of their daze and they both walked in. It was nothing but silence that filled the elevator and when the doors opened again they both walked out. Bonnie was following closely behind Stefan who didn't seem to mind in her eyes and was willing to let her in when he opened the door and stepped to the side.
Both were on his bed lips against lips, tongues in each other's mouths. Lip pulling and finger combing. Groins against groins as Bonnie was on top with Stefan's large hands were covering and squeezing her jean covered ass pulling her closer to him. His hands traveled up sliding his hands under her shirt. Her phone buzzed and she reached over to answer it. Bonnie didn't say a word she just listened to the person on the other end. Hanging up Bonnie rolled off his lap standing on her feet.
She said, "Don't you worry if I disappear," making her way to the door she turned, "we need to try this again another time."
He told her, "I'm not really looking for another mistake."
"Mistake?"
"I mean I'm not that type of guy to sleep around. I've done it before and I just… if we're doing this, I want you all to myself."
He saw a slight smile on her face before she left.
A week later, she returns and was only looking for a lover to burn. Stefan didn't mind, his body ached for her and they burned out all their energy for the next two or three nights then Stefan puts a pause on their relationship until the moment was right. He knew that he wouldn't stay in this town any longer so he ended it.
That was months earlier and now their paths crossed again.
Stefan turned around and sure enough, he was looking into those pair of emerald eyes that he tried so hard to forget.
"I was never looking for a friend, maybe you could swing by my room around ten, baby, bring a lemon and a bottle of gin. We'll be in between the sheets until the late AM." She told him.
"Baby, if you wanted me then you should've just said." Stefan shot back while balling his hands in a fist with the leather jacket she was wearing between his hands pulling her closer.
She pushed him back and started walking out.
"Wait, where are you staying?" Stefan called after.
"We're staying on the same fucking hotel floor."
With a bottle of gin in hand, Stefan walked towards her room. It was easy to find, all he had to do was ask the guy in the front desk and he gave it away in no time. It wasn't safe, but he figured that it was only because he was Stefan Salvatore.
Just as he was about to knock the door opened.
"Good, you're on time."
Stefan lifted an eyebrow at her appearance he was wondering how he was supposed to drink before ripping off the little outfit that was on her first. Bonnie took the bottle out of his hands and walked towards the table to open it. Stefan pressed his front against her back and ran his hands over her hips wrapping her in his arms.
"You forgot the lemon." Bonnie pointed out once he started kissing her neck.
"I'm sure we can do without it." Stefan turned her around only to lift her up and place her on the table.
His lips were on hers and he growled in her mouth feeling her hands wrap around his neck pulling him in. Lifting her up from the table he carried her over to the bed placing her back on it running his hand along her left leg.
With some tossing and turning later, they both were stripped of their clothes and were now joined at the hip. Scratches were marked along Stefan's back and unentitional bruises marked Bonnie's hips. His grip on her was tight but she never complained to him about it.
After thirds, the drinking finally started and Bonnie started going on about a guy she met in Paris. Louis was his name and she swears that the sex was amazing.
"I don't wanna know that, babe."
Bonnie chuckles slightly at herself for telling him such a thing but mainly at Stefan whose naked and annoyed. She stands up and straddles his lap to kiss his cheek. Not getting the response she wanted, Bonnie tried again but this time it's his neck that her lips go after. Her kisses trail upwards and stop just as she reached his lips. Hovering over them she flicks her eyes up to look into his and she spied hunger in them.
"Sorry." She says but Stefan knew that she didn't mean it and she didn't.
"Don't fuck with my love." He grabbed her shoulders, "Don't have a cold heart, Bonnie because if that's what this is to you—a game— then take aim and reload cause I don't want to know that, babe."
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For a couple weeks Stefan only wants to see her. They drink away the days with a takeaway pizza. Before a text message was the only way to reach her now she's staying at his place and she loves the way that he treats her.
Every day was something new. A new gift, a new adventure, a new view she swears that she's never not been this bored in a while. The sex was never boring and she knew that if she really wanted to, she could love that man.
Sitting on the couch at their place, Bonnie was singing out Aretha all over the track like she was a feature. Stefan smiles and pours himself a drink knowing that it would be a long night. She never wants to sleep and he guesses that he doesn't want to either, but time is money and they had a plane to catch.
"I'd rather put on a film with you and sit on the couch, but we should get on a plane or we'll be missing it now."
With her eyes rolling she went off to the bedroom to retrieve her bags and their driver took them to the airport.
Stefan just got finished with a meet and greet with some fans and he walks into the band's dressing room to see Bonnie and Damon on the couch. He'd wish he would have written it down the way that things played out when she was kissing him. How? He was confused about. He couldn't think of a single thing he had done to make her make out with his brother. He would leave it up to her to figure it out when he cuts off their communication because she knows he told her.
Don't fuck with my love.
Three knocks filled his hotel door. Bonnie was standing there and he didn't even know if she knows what for.
He offered her a drink and she broke down crying on his shoulder. Just as quickly as it started the crying ended.
"Why were you with my brother." He wasn't asking.
"It doesn't matter. Shit like this happens."
"But I never intended to be next, you didn't need to take him to bed that's all. And I never saw him as a threat, until you disappeared with him to have sex, of course." Stefan remembers his brother bragging on about how he 'banged' Bonnie and he wanted to punch him in the face, but Damon didn't know that he was intentional with Bonnie.
"It's not like we were both on tour and you needed someone else, Bonnie."
"Stefan-"
"And I wasn't looking for a promise or commitment," he started again, "but it was never just fun and I thought you were different."
"I'm sorry okay. I was just having a bad night but it's not him I want. It's you."
"This is not the way you realize what you wanted, it's a bit too much, too late if I'm honest."
Bonnie opens her mouth in shock that he wouldn't forgive her for something so small in the world that they live in.
Stefan knows what she's thinking and knows that she forgot his words so he gave her a refresher.
"All this time God knows I told ya, don't fuck with my love."
Don't fuck with my love
That heart is so cold
All over my arm
I don't wanna know that babe
Ah lahmlahlah
Don't fuck with my love
I told her she knows
Take aim and reload
I don't wanna know that babe
Ah lahmlahlah
The crowd screams and the lights fade to black. His name is screamed repeatedly from the crowd begging for an encore, but he doesn't give it to them.
A/N: This is in this uncompleted collection because my plan was to write more stories inspired by and inculding the lyrics of songs but I just didn't. Lol.
[COMPLETED]
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